Andrea told me to say that prayer to St. Anthony and it made me laugh. Small miracle. I don’t understand why anyone would willingly adopt an animal. It’s like having a kid, but a kid that is 2347893432% more likely to run away, get hit by a car, or get caught in a trap. It is agony.

Paisley’s new tag with our new phone number is waiting for me to pick it up tomorrow, and I will go get it with hope that I can actually put it on my dog when get home.

I have spent the whole day emailing her pictures and info to every possible shelter that I can think of, messaging everyone I know with a parent or grandparent who lives in the area, asking friends to pass the flyer around the schools at home, the hospital, the courthouse, the driver’s ed teacher knows to be on the lookout when he’s out with his students… Lindsay is even giving one to all of her gymnastics girls on Thursday evening. The message is being passed all around facebook. My parents have spent two days driving around, walking around, calling and visiting neighbors, flyering around town and passing them out to neighbors. My dad promised me he’d find her, which does not hold all the magic at age 26 that it once did, but still. There is a reward. People always come forward with dogs they’ve found for a reward – the woman at the animal shelter in Wetzel county told me so, after she jokingly asked to buy my couch because I was so frazzled that I initially sent her the wrong flyer. She said she’s sure once we get the word out Paisley will be found.

Aside from the very, very slim .02% chance that PAISLEY is looking for US, I have every reason to think she will be found. But none of them have been enough to make me feel at all better until I asked Jess to see what Eden thought about Paisley’s whereabouts. Eden is an animal-whisperer – she has amazing intution when it comes to her pets and can coax a chipmunk into her hands. Jess asked her where she thought Paisley might be.

she’s at a house near uncle mark and aunt anne’s. and god is protecting her. and she will come back.

I might actually sleep tonight after hearing that.

New Year’s Day, 2007

Paisley Jane, get your ass home. I HAVE to get stuff done tomorrow. Seriously.